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young buck – pocket full of paper lyrics

(feat. young jeezy)

[intro: young buck + (young jeezy)]
6-1-5 ca$hville we buck, yeah! (ay!)
toomp i got you n-gg-! (yeah!)
atl to ca$hville n-gg- (you already know what this is, ay!)
aiyyo jeezy whattup n-gg-? (what they do n-gg-?)
aiyyo it’s on me tonight n-gg-! (let’s go)
let’s get it! (let’s go!)

[chorus: young buck + (young jeezy)]
got a pocket full of paper, patron in my cup
tell them haters catch up ho, b-tch you buck ho
(b-tch you better buck n-gg-) b-tch you better buck n-gg-
(b-tch you better buck n-gg-) b-tch you better buck n-gg-
i ain’t playin ’bout my money (ay!) i hit ya -ss up (ha-hahhhhh)
leave ya right there so they can pick ya -ss up, yeah
b-tch you better buck n-gg- (b-tch you better buck n-gg-)
b-tch you better buck n-gg- (b-tch you better buck n-gg-, yeah!)

[interlude: young buck]
jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon’ do?
run up and the n-gg- put the thang on you
jack boys, jack boys, what’chu gon’ do?
run up and the n-gg- put the thang on you

[young jeezy]
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
it’s young (young) j-zzle (j-zzle) and the homie buck (yeah!)
we still ridin dirty, think we givin a f-ck? (nah)
headed 75 south (south) for seventy-five blocks (whoo!)
hundred miles an hour p-ss seventy-five cops (vrooom!)
and straight to the mac, hit seventy-five spots (daaaaamn)
and i’m back down atlanta, copped seventy-five drops (ha-hahhhhh!)
so on first sip (sip) i made about a grand
you ask me what i need i tell ’em bring the whole van (yeahhhhhhhhhhhh)
all i do is make hits, just to see my soundscans (ayy!)
i know the yayo, you should see me bag grams (ha-hahhhhhh!)
see cuz over there (whattup!) he’ll kill ya -ss for nuttin
cte (talk to ’em n-gg-!) and muh’f-cker we buckin n-gg-

[chorus]

[interlude]

[young buck]
let me go and show you n-gg-z what my whip game like
i whip it to the left, and whip it to the right
i mix it with the sprite, and flip it with the whites
see i make my own price cause i take my own flights
i still got my ski mask, still need cash
still got them eighteens as if you want a half
that’s 11-5 apiece dawg if ya do the math
but i do it for the ten for my n-gg-z in the cab
got a b-tch in decatur, she shake it for the paper
so when i make it rain, i just get it back later
see cuz over there, he’ll kill ya -ss for nuttin (i got ya homie!)
6-1-5, ca$hville, we buckin

[chorus]

[interlude – 2x]

[chorus]

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